Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 656

It was obvious. Someone had smashed a bottle over Theon’s head.

A collective gasp went through the room, but no one dared to make a sound. In the suffocating darkness, they were all helpless against Larissa. Any sudden move could put them in danger. Even Lucius remained silent.

"Alright, Theon, I'll let you keep your life for now," Larissa said, standing up. Despite the pitch-black room, she moved with unerring accuracy toward the door.

As she stepped into the hallway, a soft light flickered to life.

Fireflies.

They gathered together, forming a guiding beacon that allowed her to navigate the darkened corridor with ease.

From behind her, Lucius yelled, "Stop her!"

But no one could respond. Larissa just let out a dismissive laugh.

"Lucius, you should worry about your own situation before you try to stop me. You have a club full of angry guests to deal with."

Her footsteps faded into the distance.

Downstairs, in the main hall, chaos was erupting.

"Where's Mr. Lincoln? What the hell is going on tonight? Why hasn't anyone come to explain?"

"Yeah! How can the power just go out? Is this some kind of special event?"

"We deserve an explanation for this!"

The agitated crowd fell silent as a moving source of light approached from the upper levels. They all turned to look.

"What is that? It's glowing!"

"I think I read about those in a book once…"

"That's it! Fireflies! They're called fireflies!"

"I can't believe they're real! I've never seen one in my life!"

"That's even more insane! This is Mr. Lincoln's territory! She just made the power go out on a whim? How is that even possible?"

"You'd have to ask her. But if she can control bugs and snakes, maybe she used them to mess with the power!"

"That actually makes sense!"

...

Back in the VIP lounge, everyone remained frozen even after Larissa had left. Finally, Lucius, seething with rage, kicked over the table and stormed out of the room.

Outside, he found his bodyguards slowly picking themselves up off the floor. He stomped on the chest of the nearest one and snarled, "Useless!"

Larissa had actually walked right out of his territory unscathed. It was a direct slap in the face. His reputation, and that of Neverending Night, would be severely damaged. He had to find out how she had managed to cut the power.

His assistant, using his phone as a flashlight, glanced at Livia before hurrying after Lucius.

After what felt like an eternity, the lights in the lounge finally flickered back on, revealing the scene. Theon was curled on the sofa, clutching his head, which was covered in blood. The crimson stain spreading across the upholstery was a jarring sight.